Drawing back, she bobbed her head, matching the rhythm of her mouth with strokes of her hand. His free hand reached for her breast and teased the nipple—rubbing, pinching, and twisting. His ministrations went straight to her core, ramping up her desire. She sucked and licked his cock, wanting him as crazy with need as she was.
The fingers in her scalp tightened, pulling her off him, and Brian growled. “Enough, Tess. If I let you keep that up, it’ll be over too soon. C’mere.”
He helped her stand, retrieved a condom from the drawer of the nightstand, and then drew her to him as he lay back on the bed. Her legs straddled his hips as he rolled on the condom. His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed, and his skin was slick with perspiration as if it was taking every ounce of his control not to explode.
“Ride me, baby.”
When she lifted onto her knees, he ran two fingers over her throbbing clit and slid them inside her wet heat. She was ready for him. He grasped his dick and positioned himself so all she had to do was ease down onto him. A little resistance had her lifting and slipping back down until her body stretched enough to accommodate him, and she was fully seated.
Together, they moved, rocking their hips and finding a pace that soon had an orgasm cascading through her. Brian rubbed her clit and squeezed her breast, drawing out her waves of ecstasy.
Before she had a chance to recover, he rolled them over until he was on top. Lifting her right leg, he changed the angle of his thrusts, pistoning his hips. His pubic bone hit her clit repeatedly, sending her racing full speed toward a second climax. Her mind was caught up in a thoughtless vortex, spinning out of control until nothing registered but sensations. It was too much and yet not enough.
Letting go of her leg and dropping onto both hands, Brian’s cadence faltered. He shouted as he plunged once, stilled briefly, then again and again. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, which sent Tess over the edge.
Gasping for air, he collapsed onto her like a weighted blanket, warm and comforting. She wanted to stay with him all night, but she couldn’t. Andy was home alone, and even though he was practically anadult, she’d promised herself she would never let being a woman come before being his guardian.
Still... it was early.
Brian shifted, rolling off her. He disposed of the condom in the wastebasket beside the bed, then pulled her closer. A lazy kiss was pressed against her shoulder, then another to her collarbone, his breathing still uneven.
“You okay?” he murmured.
She smiled while her fingers tracing idle patterns along his ribs. “More than okay.”
He huffed a soft laugh against her skin. “Good. I was aiming for more than okay.”
Snuggling closer, she savored the feeling of being in his arms. For a man who lived in chaos half the time, he felt like the safest place she’d ever been.
“You hungry?”
She smiled. “Starving.”
“Good.” His arm tightened briefly around her. “We’ve got take-out sitting in the kitchen getting cold.”
She lifted her head. “Right. I forgot about that.”
A soft laugh brushed her ear. “Hard to focus on food when you’re naked in my bed.”
“Fair point.”
He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. “Stay here. I’ll grab it. We can eat in here.”
She nodded, already reaching for the sheet as he rolled away, taking his warmth with him. By the time he stood, she’d pulled the covers up over her suddenlychilled body. He glanced at her, then retrieved a T-shirt from his dresser drawer and tossed it to her. “To keep you warm until I get back.”
Loving his thoughtfulness, she pulled the shirt on before settling back onto the pillows while he slipped on his boxer briefs and walked out the door. She listened to him moving around in the kitchen, cabinets opening, bags rustling.
When he came back, he climbed onto the bed beside her and handed her a fork, the container with her grilled chicken Caesar salad, and a bottle of water. “Dinner is served.”
Ravenous, she took a bite and closed her eyes briefly. “God, this is perfect.”
Beside her, he unwrapped his burger and shoved two french fries in his mouth—apparently just as hungry. They settled side by side beneath the sheet, containers balanced in their laps, shoulders brushing whenever one of them shifted.
He reached over and speared a piece of her chicken without asking.
“Hey,” she protested lightly.
“You weren’t eating it fast enough.”
